Dream – October 3, 2011 – A Fairy Tale About Magical Germany
Just before dawn (after some pre-sleep conversations with a German), I dreamed of a magical country called Germany, where everything had changed places. In this country, there were horribly ugly women and incredibly handsome men – the kind you see on magazine covers. And there were very few women. Everything was the opposite – women chose men for themselves, courted them, and played the role of alpha females. The men sat quietly, waiting to be chosen. The men wore silk floral nightgowns and robes and sat on open balconies, waiting for their happiness.
I had an open balcony. I stepped out onto it. And all the handsome men immediately began flirting with me. Not even five sleepy minutes passed before I was lying down, stroking the hairy chest of some otherworldly brunette, and he was asking when I would introduce him to my mother. I insisted that a few minutes of meeting weren’t enough to really know someone; we needed to spend more time together, get to know each other… And besides, I wasn’t sure if I wanted everything to get so serious. (Continuing in my mind, thinking, well, you’re the first handsome guy to cross my path. What if there are even more handsome and wealthy ones?)
And suddenly – I was at some conference being held at a stadium. A platform with aggressive-looking Amazonian women rode around the stadium, bathing in giant toy (baby-sized and very anatomically accurate) dildos, handing them out to the men left and right. I also asked for one. The Amazonian woman wrinkled her nose, pulled out a boiled sausage from somewhere, and handed it to me. I took the sausage, somewhat puzzled, looking at the dildo. The woman asked, “Well, what exactly do I need this for?”… But still, she gave me the toy dildo. Perhaps it symbolized that I already had one, considering that all the women there were Amazonians…
The next moment – I was sitting in front of a hall full of mature, incredibly beautiful, and sexy men, who, with burning eyes and almost drooling with excitement and impatience, were waiting for something. For some reason, I stood in front of them and began playing the violin. I was met with a loud “Boo-o-o-o!” after which several people in the hall stood up with string instruments and a choir, as though they had been rehearsing this for two months. They played so perfectly, as a real orchestra, something so beautiful that I closed my eyes in pleasure and gestured for them to continue… The men, however, were still waiting for something… So I put my toes in one of their mouths. He curled up in ecstasy and mooed from pleasure, and that mooing was quickly echoed by the hall. This was exactly what the hall wanted – to show them something sexual. It was as though they had never seen or felt beautiful female fingers in their mouths before.
After this, I went on a break with the women (apparently Americans) who had come to the conference. They too, probably just arrived in Germany, because they couldn’t understand how it was possible that they were expected to actively choose men in a way that became painful and frustrating. How do you choose correctly to get the most beautiful one, when they all seem perfect, and there are millions of them…
After that, I found myself once again holding the hairy chest of my otherworldly brunette, and just as I thought I should take advantage of the situation, the alarm clock rang, and no matter how much I hit snooze, the plot refused to return… I decided it would be better to get up than to torture myself trying to stroke a hairy chest again. I got up and started writing. I wish I could visit that country…
Dream – October 25, 2011 – The Time Machine
I dreamed of a time machine. We were testing it for scientific purposes. You had to press the movement button, count to one hundred, and then say a date. And we would move through time. During one of these travels, we suddenly became witnesses to a natural disaster and started looking for its causes, traveling to the past, trying to avoid it. But every time we changed something in the past to avoid the disaster, we ended up making the future even worse in some cases.
One day, we went to the future to check on things there. But everything was completely different. The people were strange, gloomy – not even quite people, they looked like humans but didn’t really resemble them… it was a full-on surreal experience. So we went back to try to change things again, and during one of these trips, I saw from the outside how I was suddenly torn apart into red bloody pieces…
At this point, it became personal. I started jumping back and forth, fixing and adjusting things to prevent that “tear.” But nothing worked – I only made things worse, bringing even more chaos into reality and changing the world beyond recognition.
I don’t know how this mess ended because a new “movie” started.